sunday 23rd february
roast, sainsbury's, rendering the ending. watching a moooovie, splintering cells. gt3 and timesplitters before new friends.

saturday 22nd february
it was happy birthday, charlie with sneaky pictures and bad music, over-glittered women and booze, booze, booze. some of it brown, some green, maybe a little blue. steve revisited the fear while i listened to someone with a scarf talking about something that lasted in my mind as long as i stood there.

later, outside, we there we were trying to find someone in a car to take us home. steve, more than feisty when inebriated, wouldn't take it. leaning on the cab driver's door he had locked he attacked, 'twenty quid?! are you having a fucking laugh? for your information we do actually live in london you know. we know how far it is. you're just taking the piss, mate! are you serious..? oh for fuck's sake, come on.' from the back of the next cab mid-roast giles and i waited, laughing like kids at the maverick in action, half appalled, half agreeing with the agression.

and then there we were at probably two something walking down green lanes stomping on, dropping, semi-chewing our only-just food macdonalds, laughing at how sad we looked, acted and smelt. for a few minutes we simply didn't care about anything at all.

thursday 20th february
tonight is your last chance to get everything built and moved - you know that rendering across three computers will still only result in a third of the total footage you've made. you leave work at ten thirty after checking and double-checking they will be what you need. if it's wrong, well, you're 'proper fucked'.

wednesday 19th february
and you spend another day building and testing and pressing f9 for 'render this frame'.

tuesday 18th february
tuesday you make it into work and start building another level. in your heart of hearts you want it to be big, elaborate and elegant - although there isn't time and you know it, so you consider your options and admit to what is acheivable in the time and go about building it.

monday 17th february
you're ill and avoid going to work. you stay in your newly curtained lounge, comfort rocking yourself as you build the next onedotzero title sequence. you haven't enough time to finish it in time and you know it but you still try. you work for fourteen hours building and filming a stairwell in 3d. you go to bed at midnight, not even having enough time to eat throughout the day.

sunday 16th february
mum and i hung curtains while my father cleaned my kitchen and made my shelf facias.

saturday 15th february
shelves.

thursday 13th february
this week i 'ave been mostly sitting on the floor. because i can.

wednesday 12th february
hoover, phone the rentals, in bed by 10.15. the earliest in years. all after building a lift with flashing red warning light. decals are a real possibility here.



tuesday 11th february
it's so nearly gone: re-recorded voiceover, re-rendered and off to nick the composer. it'll be back tomorrow and the next day in smaller quantities but at least i started the onedotzero7 title sequence. i wonder how it will eventually look and what will be said and shown here over the next month. something with an elevator and sliding rooms i shouldn't wonder...

monday 10th february
the three weeks of late nights spent on the second afghan advert for the americans wasn't easy. it was supposed to be finished. harder was writting off next weekend an hour after arriving back. if i wasn't in such a post-boarding mellow mood there would have been terse words. instead it just means i have to postpone hanging radiators and shelves for another week.

the table conundrum in the lounge has been figured out. the manky old ikea three-legger we had in brixton road has been replaced by the smaller, older ikea double-decker that had the hi-fi on. i gained more space, less clutter and an hour's worth of grief moving the stack. nothing has been easy today but i have more patience than usual which is rewarded in small doses, manifesting themselves in tiny, worthwhile ways.

stu's email: 'just get over it, its finished... over, no more. ok we had a few laughs - steve's skiing marginally improved, funky's slam dunking jumps got more outrageous, sonner's pinky didn't go unnoticed by the locals and marky boy's binding twisting crash was worthy of high praise but all of this was sooo last week. however.... it makes even the most shittiest of days bearable knowing what fun there is to be had out there! cheers boys - same time next year?'

saturday 1st february - sunday 9th february
la tania, france.


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